Hatred
I killed them…
I killed them all…
They're dead…
Every single one of them…
Not just the men…
But the women…
And the children too…
They're like animals…
And I slaughtered them like animals…
But why?
Why do I hate them so?
Is my reason really my mother?
Or is she just what made me snap?
Why am I like this?
This condition is sure to lead me no where,
But yet I have an urge to follow my temptations.
I am as a picture out of its frame,
Lost and unsustained.
My life is a lecture,
Obi-Wan proves this a truth.
I want to break of this chain,
And let go of my anger.
I want to be a real jedi,
But if that is my wish,
Why did I kill them all?
Did I think that this would prove myself worthy?
Surely I could not have been so stupid.
Could I?